INDIANAPOLIS — The names of the players are not Webber, Rose, Howard, King and Jackson, and the coach is not Fisher. The names are Randle, Harrison, Harrison, Young and Johnson, and the coach is Calipari.

The school is not Michigan.

The school is Kentucky.

Fab Five in the Final Four one more time.

And if you count surprise X-factor Marcus Lee off the bench, you’ve got the Fab Six.

Four fabulous teams in two terrific games playing for One Shining Moment.

UConn vs. Florida.

Wisconsin vs. Kentucky.

No Four-gone conclusion by any means.

UConnderella, the improbable East Region survivor at the Garden over Michigan State, led by Jim Calhoun disciple Kevin Ollie and his big-game star Shabazz Napier.

Rampaging Florida, the lone No. 1 seed, with New York local boy made good Billy Donovan champing at the bit to cut down the nets a third time.

Wisconsin, with Bo Ryan soaking up the sights and sounds of his first Final Four, his late father, Butch, looking down proudly on him from hoop heaven.

And, finally, Kentucky, with its freshmen thoroughbreds who were supposed to be in the Final Four at the start of the season, then they were left for dead, then they grew up and became a team and off to Texas they go, with John Calipari threatening to win his second national championship in three years.

At the end, 2.6 seconds from Kentucky 75, Michigan 72, it was Aaron Harrison who stood tall as the Fab One.

It was Aaron Harrison, taking a dribble handoff from his twin brother Andrew, who took The Shot Heard ‘Round The Commonwealth and the nation, a deep step-back 3 from the left wing, over the desperate reach of Caris LeVert.

It was Aaron Harrison, who wasn’t born with the ball-handling genes of his brother, but all of the fearless sniper genes instead.

It was Aaron Harrison who takes his brother back near their Richmond, Texas, home for a national championship this time instead of a state championship.

“He’s not afraid to miss,” Calipari said on the podium, his gunslinger seated to his left. “ ‘If I do miss, I’m making the next one, and I will shoot the next one.’ ”

Aaron Harrison, over the last 8:06, attempted four 3s, and made 4 3s, each and every one of them critical in the latest Mad March death struggle that tested the wills of every emotionally and physically drained player on the court.

“I mean, I knew I had to take the shot,” Aaron Harrison said. “I wasn’t really sure how much time was left. But I knew it wasn’t that much time, so I just tried to take the best shot I could take. And it fell.”

And proud Michigan fell along with it.

Andrew Harrison, the 6-foot-6 point guard, was seated at his locker inside the Kentucky locker room when he was asked how many times he had seen his brother, the 6-6 shooting guard, make that kind of big shot.

“Fifty,” he said. “He has ultimate confidence. A lot of people don’t know how good he is, but he’s a great player.”

Andrew Harrison was looking at Aaron when he released the ball. And when it went in?

“Best feeling in the world,” Andrew said, “especially someone you grew up with. You know he can make that shot. And he just showed the world how good he was.”

They are identical, except: Calipari asked Andrew to grow his hair a tad longer so he could tell them apart — and in personality.

“No matter what anybody says about him, he thinks he’s the best person in the world,” Andrew said, “and I admire that.”

And that’s different from how you feel?

“Yeah. … Somebody could say something, and I get a little down for a little bit, but him, not at all. He’s all right.”

Across the locker room, Aaron stood answering his questions from the media. He was asked how his personality differs from his twin.

“He’s more serious than I am, probably,” Aaron said.

It was Nik Stauskas (18 first-half points, 24 overall), who had kept the Big, Bad Kentucky glass-eaters (35-24 rebound advantage) from keeping a crowd that often made Lucas Oil Stadium sound more like Rupp Arena from an early celebration. So a Jordan Morgan tip-in made it 72-72, 27 seconds left. Last shot, Aaron Harrison.